Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.

Chapter 33; Shut The Fuck Up.

When my headache faltered, and Vic finished his chores, I wanted answers.

"So where was my invite?" I asked everybody, leaning against the Trans AM as Belch fumbled for his key.

"We came over, you just weren't awake." Henry shrugged.

I scoffed, "that's believable."

"Maybe if you didn't have such an attitude, we would invite you out more often." Henry snapped.

"And maybe if you weren't snogging this whore every two seconds I would want to come out with you's." I snapped back, still as angry as before.

"Hey!" Ali cried.

"Shut up." Henry and I both snapped at the same time, shooting daggers towards eachother.

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have any social status." Henry spoke.

"Ha! If it wasn't for me, you would be dead already." I said, chuckling afterwards.

"How so?" Henry glared.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I rolled my eyes, then hopped over the soft top of the car, taking my seat in the right corner.

"No! We are not just leaving it there. Tell me what you mean." Henry snapped, placing his hand on the steering wheel so Belch couldn't drive.

"Just drop it, Henry." Ali mumbled. I rolled my eyes at the pathetic girl, does she even know who Henry Bowers is?

"Shut the fuck up." Henry growled, and Ali cringed back into the leather seat. "So go on."

"I don't have to explain shit to you." I spoke calmly, folding my arms across my chest and cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes you fucking do!"

"No, I don't? You don't own me." I sneered.

"Get our the car." Henry's voice was calm. Scarily calm. But I refused to budge.

"I SAID GET OUT!" He roared.

I spat out of the window, still seated.

"Patrick, just get out," Belch's voice was quiet, as if he didn't want to be heard by Bowers.

"I'm not a fucking dog. Don't speak to me like one. Use your damn manners and maybe I'll move." I spoke up to Henry.

His face was red with rage, his fists clenched and knuckles bone white.

"You think you can talk back to me?" Henry chuckled.

"Yeah? What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I said.

"Patrick, get out of the car." Henry's voice went back to calm. His face lowered towards the ground and and his hand was atop of the car. A stupid grin plastered his face and the silence between the five of us was chaotic.

"No." I smirked.

In light speed, Henry swung open the back door of the Trans AM and dragged me up by the collar of my shirt, then tossed me onto the ground.

Without thinking, I dragged him by the ankles and hopped onto my feet as he struggled to get up, using the side of the car as balance. I noticed him edge for his back pocket, the infamous white knife lay there.

"I dare you." I muttered, my grin beginning to hurt my cheeks.

He whipped out the knife, the old blade glimmering in the orange setting sun.

"Henry, put it away!" Ali spoke up.

"Shut the fuck up." Henry snapped, his gaze not adverting from mine.

I threw a quick side kick to his knee, and he instantly kneeled to the ground. The force of my kick wasn't even that powerful, but my heavy steal toe capped boots did damage.

"You son of a bitch!" He yelled, struggling to get back to his feet.

He instantly went for me, knife in hand.

I luckily dodged the blade from a straight puncture, only getting scratched on the surface of my upper arm. I could feel the warm blood trickle down my arm, since I had to protection from anything in a vest.

Instantly, I kneed him in the dick, causing him to bend over in agony and drop his knife. I quickly dashed for it and kicked it off to the other side of the road.

"Get up then, big man. Want to fight? I'll fight you!" I yelled, hopping around. Adrenalin was coursing through my entire body as I felt the blood seep down my arm and into the fabric of my clothes.

"You're dead, Hockstetter" he grunted, looking up and giving me an evil stare.

"Yup. I sure am, Princess." I spoke smugly, crouching down to his level.

"What if everyone here knew how much of a little fairy you actually ate." Bowers spoke quietly, just so I could hear.

The blood rushed to my face, but I didn't let my nerves show. That wasn't something I was fond of doing.

"I dare you." I spat.

He just smirked and got back to his feet, walking over to the other side of the road and picking up the abandoned switchblade that was now tainted in my blood.

He threw open the front door of the Trans AM and climbed in. Vic and Ali were already seated in the back, silent after the ordeal they just witnessed.

Belch turned on the engine and Black Sabbath erupted from the speakers.

"See you Monday, Hockstetter. Don't wear pink." Henry yelled over the heavy rock music as Belch speeded off around the corner.

Never had I felt so anxious.